The Green Sheen on This Weiner

Living many years as a bachelor, I learned early on that when taking the last couple of hotdogs from a package in the fridge, it was wise to scan them closely for any iridescent signs of spoilage, which usually presented as a tell-tale, greenish, and sometimes, when in an advanced state of putrefaction a purplish sheen. That tint of taint was enough to warn me off and prevent my eating such a suspect substance. Even then, young and dumb as I was, I had to question what poisonous consequences might arise from the ingestion of such a fluorescently fouled frank?

Unfortunately, it appears that too many voters in New York City are oblivious to this florid, tell-tale tint of taint on one of their current candidates and are willing to swallow whole, a truly toxic Weiner in their upcoming mayoral race. Little Anthony, as I came to view him in his former incarnation as a corrosively combative congressman, is attempting to sell himself to New York voters as a political hotdog when he is, in fact, a poisonously green wienie, who, with his dangerous, risk-taking proclivities could expose the city to all sorts of financial liabilities through his attempts at Internet intercourse.

New Yorkers would do well to look westward to San Diego where another mayor with Anthony Weiner's unzipped urges is about to unleash an avalanche of sexual harassment litigation against the citizenry who elected him. The mayor likely will never pay a dime of his own funds, but the already overtaxed people of San Diego can count on coughing up the big bucks for the simple offense of electing a lecher who used the power of his office to further his sexual depredations.

The office of the mayor of New York City is one of the most powerful elected offices in the world. To hand all that power to a man who has clearly demonstrated his inability to control his sexual impulses should give thinking New Yorkers pause for thought. If ever there were a wienie with the green sheen of spoilage on it, that arrogant hotdog seeking renewed political power in New York is it. And considering little Anthony's ongoing, continued, sexual predations, he may have advanced his own wienie's spoilage to the purple stage.

And that could cost New Yorkers a lot of green...

Living many years as a bachelor, I learned early on that when taking the last couple of hotdogs from a package in the fridge, it was wise to scan them closely for any iridescent signs of spoilage, which usually presented as a tell-tale, greenish, and sometimes, when in an advanced state of putrefaction a purplish sheen. That tint of taint was enough to warn me off and prevent my eating such a suspect substance. Even then, young and dumb as I was, I had to question what poisonous consequences might arise from the ingestion of such a fluorescently fouled frank?

Unfortunately, it appears that too many voters in New York City are oblivious to this florid, tell-tale tint of taint on one of their current candidates and are willing to swallow whole, a truly toxic Weiner in their upcoming mayoral race. Little Anthony, as I came to view him in his former incarnation as a corrosively combative congressman, is attempting to sell himself to New York voters as a political hotdog when he is, in fact, a poisonously green wienie, who, with his dangerous, risk-taking proclivities could expose the city to all sorts of financial liabilities through his attempts at Internet intercourse.

New Yorkers would do well to look westward to San Diego where another mayor with Anthony Weiner's unzipped urges is about to unleash an avalanche of sexual harassment litigation against the citizenry who elected him. The mayor likely will never pay a dime of his own funds, but the already overtaxed people of San Diego can count on coughing up the big bucks for the simple offense of electing a lecher who used the power of his office to further his sexual depredations.

The office of the mayor of New York City is one of the most powerful elected offices in the world. To hand all that power to a man who has clearly demonstrated his inability to control his sexual impulses should give thinking New Yorkers pause for thought. If ever there were a wienie with the green sheen of spoilage on it, that arrogant hotdog seeking renewed political power in New York is it. And considering little Anthony's ongoing, continued, sexual predations, he may have advanced his own wienie's spoilage to the purple stage.